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Se je chant mains que ne suelh

Introduction

This chace contains the characteristic onomatopoeic gestures of the genre: after a slow opening, as the hunt is described, the music picks up speed and barking dogs and whooping hunters make an appearance in the rollicking polyphony.

If I sing less than I used to Of the sweet and modest one In whom I have entrusted my care In winter, when it is cold, It’s for love of the very fine, good falcons That I have For flying by the river; There is nothing I love more Than to go there often, When the air is clear, and there’s not much wind. Let’s go, dear friends, The birds are there, just below; Ah, be very quiet, Ah, I see them; Ah, hold still and release [the falcons]! Or you’ll miss them! Huo, huo, houp, Huo, hou, houp, Huo, hou, houp, Hareu! He’s off! Hau, ha hau, ha hau, hau, Hau, ha hau, ha hau! He’s doubling back, God’s good will. Hou, ha hau, ha hau, Hou, hou, ha hau, ha hau, Houp, hou, hou, hou! Go up, there! Hau, ha hau, ha hau, ha ha! It’s dead, so let’s call back Our falcons. Hau hau, ha ha, hau! Fair, sweet friends, let’s go home, Since we find no more birds Flying around here, Other than the ones we’ve caught; I’ll make a present of them to my lady And I if I no longer give them To my loyal sweetheart, It’s because I can no longer do so.